07 février 2012
I know that you still remember the oblique willow in the rain that hit the Green shirts of the feelings, still remember shy of pipes to bypass the bamboo grove strewn on the floor Buy Gold WOW, I remember the South I love beauty, full dipped in love poetry. In many cases, through your eyes I can see the memories of past lives, so far in this world once we, every flicker of Tang poetry in focus one's eyes upon parting grief and sadness of the song, sung by the loving light light color of Yin never panicked at first.
In fact, I understand, in midnight swing when I was lonely and sad on the contamination of lip, is the most pain you heartache. Flowers like a dream, lay who that I know, present and future of the met, mistakes, quiet, warm through time are you one by one collection, so that once again you will never forget me not to be missed.
Buddha said, love is a journey.